Summary

“You…” Aziraphale sounded baffled, and suddenly quite sober. “You liked that? But, my dear, you said it was torturous. ‘Six thousand years of torture,’ as I recall.”

“Yeah. Yeah, but the anticipation, and the yearning, and…and how every moment with you was so maddeningly intense, and…”

And what else could Crowley say? How could he expect Aziraphale to understand that after six thousand years of torture he’d actually got a bit used to it? That he’d felt like a band strained further and further, and now he found himself permanently stretched, flopping about with too much slack and no way to hold on to what he’d been reaching towards for so long?

(Crowley kind of misses the pining when it's gone. Aziraphale comes up with a solution.)

Summary

It wasn't difficult for Crowley to slither into the position of "Snake God"... it was Ancient Egypt after all. No, the hard part was figuring out how to handle a relationship with an angel who happened to be living amongst the slaves.

Posting my Prince of Omens comic here so I can share the more nsfw chapters without fear of them getting flagged.